Previously recorded by Poet Voices.
Written by Phil Cross
When there’s no steps left to take, no moves left to make,
Oppressing fears, tormenting doubts, prayer and prayer, still there’s no way out,
And it seems like pain is all you gain.
Hold on, hold on,
Through every storm hold on.
Even in the darkest night, walk by faith and not by sight.
Hold on, hold on.
There’s a father of love, holding peace like a dove,
In the midst of all your dark despair with open arms He’s waiting there,
To hold you ‘till the hurt is gone.